You were born as the child of a low class warrior. Due to your father’s lack of skills, your abilities were severely doubted…you must prove them wrong

Your father was a warrior, but his skills weren’t the best, and despite this he still managed to hold his own by sheer willpower alone. But all people saw was ranking, and thus you are mocked and seen down on for being the child of a Low-Class Warrior…your only goal now? Prove. them. wrong.

The orange and yellow leaves high up in the trees rustled in the wind with the occasional fall of a leaf. You stood in the massive courtyard with massive walls, towers, and gates that lead to other areas in the citadel. You were alone thankfully so that meant no harassment and gave you the opportunity to train or just wander for the time being… How you hated being a Low-Class Warrior

After some time, A woman walked over to you, she wore battle gear so she must be a high-class or even a leader if the high-ranks

"What are you doing, child?"

Her voice sounded motherly, a warm sensation washed over you as her light-brown eyes met yours